Charlie releases a tortured groan and begins pacing the length of the cabin. “This is ridiculous. I can’t keep doing this. I can’tkeep living in this limbo, where I don’t know what’s coming for me, while I also have to tiptoe around you and the mess we’ve unknowingly created. It’s too much. You’re telling me we can’t keep doing this, yet you have no intention of leaving. You’re telling me you can’t be around me, yet you haven’t slept in your cabin in weeks. You’re saying I can’t fall in love with you, but how can I not when you’re so damn honorable and thoughtful. I mean, for God’s sake,” she cries, pinching the bridge of her nose. “You’re literally laying flooring in my cabins right now, free of charge, because you know I can’t afford to hire someone, and you want me to succeed. If you want me to hate you, maybe try not being so goddamn perfect.”
I huff out a laugh. “Trust me. I’m anything but perfect. And the reason I’m so hellbent on getting this flooring installed is purely selfish. It was this or find you and work out all of this frustration I can’t seem to shed, no matter how hard I try.”
“And what if I don’t want you to hold back?” Stopping in front of me, she hits me with the full force of those beseeching feline eyes. “What if I want you to forget about the consequences of our actions and simply take what you need from me? What if I tell you that I don’t care how much it hurts when this thing eventually runs its course because the reward is worth the heartache.”
“Charlie,” I say her name like it pains me, shaking my head and forcing myself to keep my hands at my sides, but like a hound dog, she senses my weakness and keeps on pushing. Stepping up to me, she places her hands on my chest and rises on her toes to bury her face in the crook of my neck.
“What if I told you that I need you, Cole?” Her sensual whisper sends a shiver down my spine. “That I’m not ready to give you up just yet. You’re good for me, and I believe I’m good for you, too. We’re healing each other, and I don’t know how to be around you without craving you.”
Her admittance is followed by a trail of open-mouthed kisses, and I squeeze my eyes shut and will my dick not to react. Of course, the little traitor doesn’t listen.
“What good does it do to heal one another, just so we can turn around and leave each other with gaping wounds?” I manage to croak out, trembling under her maddening assault.
“Be reckless with me, Cole. Live in the moment with me. Plenty of time to lick our wounds later. My nonna always used to tell me, ‘Don’t be afraid to grab the bull by the horns. If you hold on hard enough, he won’t be able to spear you.’”
“Bullshit,” I say around a low chuckle. “You made that up just now.”
I feel her shrug more than I see it, and a genuine smile tugs at the corner of my mouth.
“Fuck, Charlie,” I growl, when she scrapes her nails over my nipples and sucks my earlobe into the heat of her mouth. Remember what I said about that famous self-control? Well, it’s slipping. Fast. And then she does the one thing sure to make my brain short-circuit, causing the last shred of my willpower to melt away like butter on hot toast. She drops to her knees.
Listen, I’ve done my best to keep her at a distance. I tried to do the right thing, but it seems she knows what she wants, and who am I to deny her? Maybe she’s right. As ridiculous as her little metaphor was, I can’t deny that there’s some truth to it. We could all be dead tomorrow. So why not take the pleasure she’s so willing to give?
There’s this fearless goddess of a woman who’s managed to wrap me around her finger so thoroughly I’d lay down my life to protect her, peering up at me with so much hunger it’s humbling, as her fingers tear at the buttons of my jeans like she can’t get to the goods fast enough.
Within seconds, she’s worked my pants over my hips and ass, taking my boxers with them. My cock springs free, painfully hard and bobbing a mere couple of inches from her face. I almost loseit right there when she licks her lips like it’s the tastiest treat she’s ever seen.
“I fucking love your dick,” she says matter of fact, as she wraps a hand around the base and gives it a languid stroke. I lock my knees and let my eyes flutter shut, taking a steadying breath through my nose before releasing it slowly. I open them just in time to see her tongue dart out and watch with rapt attention as she runs the tip through my slit, licking up every drop of precum she can gather before swallowing it down.
She gives me an impish grin and stops messing around, wrapping those lush lips around my crown and pushing herself forward until her chin meets my heavy balls. I make a strangled sound when her throat constricts around my tip, and she eventually pulls back, releasing me with an audible pop.
We’re connected by a string of saliva and the essence of our souls as she stares into my eyes like she truly sees me for the very first time. And maybe she does, because I feel like all my walls are coming down. My heart thrashes against my ribcage with every bob of her head and before I know it, I’m cupping the back of it, fucking into her hot mouth like a man possessed.
I know she loves it when I take control as much as she likes to see me lose it, and I don’t miss the way her hand dips into the top ofher skirt. She releases a sinful sound that sends vibrations up my shaft, and I abruptly pull back before I drag her to her feet.
“I don’t want to come yet. I want to be buried so deep inside you that when I do, you’ll feel me for days. I want to paint your insides with my cum and have you leaking for the rest of the afternoon, so you never question how much I want you again. Pity-fuck, my ass,” I growl before I crush my mouth to hers and feast on her, greedily drinking down her wanton moans.
Sucking on her tongue, I walk her backward until she bumps into the L-shaped kitchen counter. I break our kiss just long enough to deposit her onto the cheap laminate and peel her shirt over her head. Tossing it haphazardly to the side, I undo the clip holding her hair in place and run my fingers through her fiery waves, marveling at the way it falls around her face.
She looks like something out of a fairytale, and I can’t believe that this rare, exotic beauty is truly mine for the taking. I work the clasp of her bra one-handed and watch it drop from her shoulders, revealing the pale swell of her breasts and her perfect nipples. I don’t waste time latching on, sucking and nipping at her pebbled flesh in a way that draws little whimpers.
Taking my time, lavishing her perfect tits with attention, I reach under her flowy skirt and slide her underwear over her long, shapely legs. I sheath myself with trembling hands, bunching up theexcess material of her skirt and lining myself up with her glistening entrance before shoving myself home.
Charlie’s cry of pleasure echoes through the room, and I groan, letting my head fall back on my shoulders as I hold myself still to let her adjust to my size.
“Goddamn it, Tink. You make me crazy,” I say through gritted teeth. “No matter how hard I try to stay away from you, I always find myself right back here. It’s like my dick is a fucking homing device and your pussy is the target.”
Charlie giggles and drops her forehead to my chest, mindlessly running the tips of her fingers up and down my back. “You’re such a sweet talker. You’re lucky you’re so hot because your lines need some serious work.”
Chuckling, I draw my hips back slowly, almost pulling out of her altogether before I plunge forward and bury myself to the hilt. Charlie gasps, fisting the fabric of my shirt as she peers up at me through a lust-filled haze. Her pupils are blown, and she has a dazed look on her face that makes me want to shove her back to her knees to watch those same eyes fill with tears as she struggles for air. But that would mean abandoning my spot between her soft, creamy thighs, and that would be a fucking tragedy.
“You’re so damn beautiful. Look at you, taking me so well. Every fucking inch of me buried in that tight, sweet pussy, gripping meso tightly it’s like you’re strangling my dick. You love it when I fuck you like the dirty little slut you are, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she says on a moan, arching her back and giving me the perfect opportunity to wrap a hand around her slender throat. I apply gentle pressure and push until her back meets the counter. Then I stare down at her sprawled-out form and start moving in earnest. I’m mesmerized by the way her ample breasts bounce under my forceful thrusts.
I hold her in place, not squeezing hard enough to cut off her airway, but firm enough to give her the illusion of it. I’ve noticed that she loves it when my dominant side comes out to play. Surprising, considering the violent sexual encounters she’s been subjected to over the years. A warm feeling fills my chest at the realization that this woman is giving herself over to me completely, trusting me not to hurt her. She looks up at me with so much raw emotion that it makes my heart constrict as my hips stutter, causing me to lose my rhythm.
This girl.
